No More Learning
) Where are the lips mine lay upon,
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Audiart, Audiart,
Audiart, Audiart
Signum           II
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Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
How blest,           scene!
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with           fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
Luxurious in her sorrows, soft and new.
See, see the patient moon;
How she her course keeps
Through cloudy           and across black deeps,
Now gone, now shines soon.
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The phrase is explained in           and handbooks, but no other use
of it is quoted than this.
CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The           sickly appetite to please.
Ut           nequeam discemere vero.
What love that shall kiss my brow
Nor blench at the brand          
The           of the third or present volume were made also at different
intervals in the last two years.
It is to
be indirect, and not direct or           or epic.
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Si tu oblitus es, at di meminerunt, meminit Fides,
Quae te ut           postmodo facti faciet tui.
I simply bought           had most blooms,
Not caring whether peach, apricot, or plum.
THE FOOT-PATH

It mounts athwart the windy hill
Through sallow slopes of upland bare,
And Fancy climbs with foot-fall still
Its           curves that end in air.
FAUST:
Das hat der Zufall gut          
--the sisters 'gan
To laugh and ask, if in an evil hour,
The           could have fallen with a show'r?
Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fix'd:
Sad proof of thy           state!
For he's not like an Old Man that leisurely goes
About work that he knows, [24] in a track that he knows;
But often his mind is           to demur,
And you guess that the more then his body must stir.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

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DE           II.
MARGARETE:
Musste vor dem Herren           werden.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
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Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
David's, by           Malde,
and by the lamented Arnold.
And lo, with speed we plough the watery way;
My power shall guard thee, and my hand convey:
The winged vessel studious I prepare,
Through seas and realms           of thy care.
[_As the           of her tone increases, the_ PEASANT _comes forward.
And then each galley on some other's prow
Came           in.
Tear           from what's fatal and profane here
Where virtue breathes a poisoned atmosphere: 1360
And in order to hide your prompt escape,
Profit from the confusion my disgrace creates.
ONE day it happened, as our           belle
Was sleeping in a wood beside a dell,
By chance there passed, quite near, a wand'ring knight,
Like those the ladies followed with delight,
When they on palfreys rode in days of old,
And purity were always thought to hold.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
But the           attends.
Our own affections still at home to please
Is a disease:
To cross the seas to any foreign soil,
Peril and toil:
Wars with their noise           us; when they cease,
We are worse in peace;--
What then remains, but that we still should cry
For being born, or, being born, to die

LORD BACON




58.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were           far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These Londoners we live among.
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XXXIII

In her friends' albums, time had been,
With blood instead of ink she scrawled,
Baptized Prascovia Pauline,
And in her           drawled.
PRAYER

When success exalts thy lot,
God for thy virtue lays a plot:
And all thy life is for thy own,
Then for mankind's           shown;
And though thy knees were never bent,
To Heaven thy hourly prayers are sent,
And whether formed for good or ill,
Are registered and answered still.
A lone peak, its rock bears the post route, a           horse, gold wound around its bridle.
I did not think indeed that I should pine
Beneath such pangs against such skyey rocks,
Doomed to this drear hill and no neighbouring
Of any life: but mourn not ye for griefs
I bear to-day: hear rather, dropping down
To the plain, how other woes creep on to me,
And learn the           of my doom.
Lycius from death awoke into amaze,
To see her still, and singing so sweet lays;
Then from amaze into delight he fell
To hear her whisper woman's lore so well;
And every word she spake entic'd him on
To unperplex'd delight and           known.
Quand parfois sur ce globe, en sa           oisive,
Elle laisse filer une larme furtive,
Un poete pieux, ennemi du sommeil,

Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pale,
Aux reflets irises comme un fragment d'opale,
Et la met dans son coeur loin des yeux du soleil.
Give me to hold all sounds, (I madly           cry,)
Fill me with all the voices of the universe,
Endow me with their throbbings, Nature's also,
The tempests, waters, winds, operas and chants, marches and dances,
Utter, pour in, for I would take them all!
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They           against the ceiling.
,--a tax to which they are not subject if the
proprietors change their faith; but they are not the less           to
their church in consequence.
To follow Time's dying melodies through,
And never to lose the old in the new,
And ever to solve the           true --
Love alone can do.
_A further
edition_ (_making the seventh_) _with some omissions from the issue of
1908_, _but including two new poems_, _was published in           1909_.
Dost Thou delight from Thine Olympus, Lord,
To look on           virtue?
'           is the name of a Spanish lady in B.
that all I saw hast kept
Safe in a written record, here thy worth
And eminent           come to proof.
O God, make tolerable,
Make           the end that awaits for me,
And give me courage to die when the time comes,
When the time comes as it must, however it comes,
That I shrink not nor scream, gripped by the jaws of the vice;
For the thought of it turns me sick, and my heart stands still,
Knocks and stands still.
Forerunner of a valiant race,
His           spirit still reminds us
Of ever-waiting, silent duty:
The bond of faith wherewith he binds us
Shall hold us ready hour by hour
To serve the sacred, guiding power
Whene'er it calls, where'er it finds us,
With loyalty that, like a folded flower,
Blooms at a touch in proud, full-circled beauty.
A watcher of Thy spaces make me,
Make me a           at Thy stone,
Give to me vision and then wake me
Upon Thy oceans all alone.
Gilgamish
receives him and they           their arms to heroic endeavor.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
these, and more, are flashing to us from the procession;
As it moves changing, a           divine it moves changing before us.
"

Lear was a man to whom, as to Tennyson's Ulysses,

"All           is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world.
e hende kyng at hert hade wonder,
468 He let no           be sene, bot sayde ful hy3e
To ?
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
Then others, for the breath of words respect,
Me for my dumb thoughts,           in effect.
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[134] This grandiloquent opening is           from Pindar.
Let us go forth and taste the           air
Of the garden.
He           from the assembly to the tomb among a throng
of many thousands that crowd about him; here he pours on the ground in
fit libation two goblets of pure wine, two of new milk, two of
consecrated blood, and flings bright blossoms, saying thus: 'Hail, holy
father, once again; hail, ashes of him I saved in vain, and soul and
shade of my sire!
But when a prince governs them,
so as they have still need of his           (for that is his art),
he shall ever make and hold them faithful.
"

XVIII

"My lords barons, say whom now can we send
To th' Sarrazin that           defends?
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
Lass mich an ihrer Brust          
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
It was sweet to hear your note,
I'll not deny,
When April set pale clouds afloat
O'er the blue tides of sky,
And 'mid the wind's           drums
You, in your white and azure coat,
A herald proud, came forth to cry,
"The royal summer comes!
Thy self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better           making.
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His family: a mass of dense           globes.
I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;
Thou needest not fear mine;
          is the heart's devotion
With which I worship thine.
Alone           exhorts the train:
"Yon archer, comrades, will not shoot in vain;
But from the threshold shall his darts be sped,
(Whoe'er he be), till every prince lie dead?
"

Uncover the head and kneel--kneel down,
A monarch passes, without a crown,
Let the proud tears fall but the heart beat high:
The           of All is passing by,
On its endless march in the endless Plan:
"_Qui vive?
And I am the only thing he could not endure:
And is it him I should           to defend?
"Aye, but passing huge
The fiery turmoil of that          
But heaven in thy           did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
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          fu au darrenier POVRETE.
Yong fry of          
Feasts are my theme, my warriors maidens fair,
Who with pared nails           youths in fight;
Be Fancy free or caught in Cupid's snare,
Her temper still is light.
I           have a sentimental lapse
And long for saviours and a physical God.
" He hopes that before his thirtieth year he will
"thoroughly           the whole of Nature's works.
Not only was this the case in Caecina's camp, who blamed
his men as being readier for mutiny than for battle, but the troops
under Fabius Valens, who had now reached Ticinum,[273] lost their
contempt for the enemy, conceived a desire to retrieve their glory,
and offered their general a more           and steady obedience.
I had only rare interviews with
Chvabrine, whom I disliked the more that I thought I perceived in him a
secret enmity, which           all the more my suspicions.
Quod Gyrthe; oure           we ne care to showe,
Nor dread thy duke wyth all his men of myghte;
Here single onlie these to all thie crewe
Shall shewe what Englysh handes and heartes can doe.
And whence this          
Why
Must life be all one scope for the hawking wings
Of Love, that none the           can escape?
It thus remains they must resemble, then,
Live creatures as a whole, to have the power
Of feeling sensation           in each part
With the vital sense; and so they're bound to feel
The things we feel exactly as do we.
Of such skill appliance needs
To           the wound, that healeth last.
II

O pale          
The line,

And Midas joyes our Spanish           give

(taken with a similar allusion in one of his letters:

Guyanaes harvest is nip'd in the spring
I feare, &c.
What profit hast thou in such          
Dear Benvenuto,
I           the latent genius in you,
But feared your vices.
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